old smokey

I've known her for thirty years.
she's smoked some version
of dope for all of those years.
she remembers almost nothing.
but she's happy
in the haze of smoke.
the glazed eyes, the music.
her mind is still
singing with rod stewart,
the stones,
zz top and led zeppelin.
I see her going to church,
wasted, red eyed with her
bible and purse.
she's happy.
she's very happy.
beseeching me to please go
to mass one day, and be a true
blue catholic. come see
the light and later we can
do a bong hit or two.